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Life Happens: Ghosts of London
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I can’t seem to find my way up from the basement
Demon holds my place on earth til I die
All night all I hear, all I hear, is your heart
Helena lay awake listening to the quiet breath of the woman who lay beside her. She was thinking too hard to sleep. It irked her slightly, that Bette could sleep through this. But she had been with enough people to know that late night angst was no one’s responsibility but her own. So she let Bette sleep, resisting the urge to ask her to join in her confusion. Alice and Shane had left for LA only hours before, and she was left now with her own thoughts—many of them seemed to revolve around Bette and their changing relationship.
She took a deep, impatient breath, trying to relax. When sleep refused its mercy, she got out of bed quietly. The floor was cold and she moved on tiptoes at first. The coolness reached all the way up to her overheated brain as she walked into the living room.
Bette woke a few minutes later, sensing that Helena was no longer beside her.
“Hey baby, why can’t you sleep?” Bette padded softly into the living room, moments after Helena sat in a chair, facing the window.
“Oh, darling, I’m sorry. Go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.” Helena reached out for Bette’s hand, drawing it to her lips. She kissed her knuckles, smiling to see Bette yawn and stretch sleepily.
“What is it?” Bette murmured, moving to kneel beside Helena. She sighed happily when Helena pulled her into the chair instead.
“Worrying.” Helena pressed her lips to Bette’s forehead and wrapped her arms around Bette’s waist.
“About what?” Bette kissed Helena’s neck softly. She knew what these nights were about. She also knew that it helped to have someone to run the illogical worry by, so that some perspective could be garnered. “Everything?” She added helpfully.
Helena laughed. “Yes, precisely. I’m worried about everything.”
“It’ll help to see your children. And to figure out your finances. And to do all of the things that our ‘vacation’ here in London is keeping you from doing.” As Bette spoke, she ran her fingers over Helena’s cheekbones, bringing her thumb up between Helena’s eyes—she tried her best to massage some of the worry away from the creases she saw there.
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The ’69 Firebird recalls ski lift 69 on the show (a criminally unfulfilled anvil). In any event, your B and H don’t need car-hood sex to bring the heat, and they’re definitely more than “one story of many”!
I’m really enjoying this story!! I’m loving every moment of it. I can’t wait to see what happens when the two ladies return to the U.S. PPS!!!
Hmn, and I was so sure I had commented on this one. *frowns at self* … I’ll miss their London adventures when life takes them off to NYC, but I guess B has to break up with Jodi, right? … you are so obsessed with German beer, or was it Polish, or Ukrainian *winks* … either way obsessed! Oh yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad either, y’know, it’s not like it make my dreary miserable holiday destination seem a lot warmer, or anything .. :-D
you must be older than me then. heh
Yeah, I hate when I spill German beer down the front of my shit. It’s the only kind to drink when you’re taking a crap. Well, helebette, that was sexy and funny and tender. Very nice. And while I was born in Detroit precisely because of the automotive industry (poor, sorry, stumbling American automotive industry-see what happens when you get all arrogant and entrenched?), I have reached an age where I have no desire to have sex on or in a car, no matter the level of muscularity.
I expect that’s so. And now that I’m driving Japanese, I’m even less interested in cramped spaces. There was a time when back seats were expansive. But even in my youth I appreciated the comfort of a good mattress. Must be the comfort loving Taurus in me, not the Taurus I might be in.
And almost forgot, that sex on a car is a very American thing but not just for the boys, I’ve had that fantasy about a select few once or twice myself. PPS.
HAPPY Dance Time – HelBette is Back!!!Is it wrong that I want bette and Helena tojust stay in this little loft and block the rest of the world out forever? They are too cute together and even though the question was nevr really answered about them being exclusive I think the two are pretty committed to one another. So Helena has dealt w/ Elaine and Bette doesn’t think Tina is an issue so now Hels just needs to stop bringing her up. And Helbette, I don’t know how these two can walk w/ all the smokin hot sex they are having (LOL). Keep up the great writing and I can’t wait to read the next chapter.
Thanks for this chapter, I can’t wait to see how this story progresses… I agree with bettefortina they should stay in London!! Bette could break up with Jodi over email, phone or txt heheh